I'm a worm man, I'm fed up, there's no hope I wanna puke, I want some dirt I'm a w-w-worm man Gonna crawl in a hole, nobody's my friend I'm no good
Sneering at a leering lady as she stares and squirms At Wanda with her saintly smile and living wig of worms I like to watch their faces fall as
If you're the bird whenever we pretend it's summer Then I'm the worm, I know the part, it's such a bummer But fair is fair, if my segments get separated
I sit each morning, look at my empty notebook The room is quiet, the air conditioning sounds like rain falling Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann
Although you think me cold and slimy I've got a nice home Tasted your best guacamole And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soil A worm's life can be
I was walking through the country And passing through lovely scenery When I came upon some rotting remains And though the carcass was wormy Well, after
I'm a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold Sometimes I am given pause
I threw out a stupid common paperweight And it went out into the country To a place where other solid objects lie around Well, it's quite hard and so
When we met, it was in the hot green jungle Your perfect flesh impervious to anything fungal You would sweat coconut milk and I'd lie awake Restless with
I sit and concentrate and try hard Not to hate my enemies I try to picture them dressed up As furry little bunnies But when I look into their glass eyes
When you start your journey, you go and meet your driver You shake his hand, and hope he's feeling well The things to come may be somewhat unfamiliar
Five, four, three, two, one, zero, ignition Long ago, a woman prayed that her suitors be repelled So she might serve God and be His only God heard her
Now that I've used up all my ideas Here in my little house by the sea I search for a usable memory but none comes to me In grade one, my teacher could
Now that I've used up all my ideas Here in my little house by the sea I search for a usable memory But none comes to me In grade one, my teacher could
If your toast gets stuck in the toaster Do not put a fork in the toaster While it is hooked up or look out I did and I got caught in the current Pulled
There was a boy who liked to wiggle his tooth loose So he could show it Then we'd watch while he'd tie it to a doorknob Wind up and then slam it That
here Under my bed or deep under my fingers We're on my hands and knees in times of winding We night it's only when we civilize that worm for vagrant
One day, you're thinkin' that maybe you're feelin' better And you're probably an okay person, if you only had a job Through the hollow tombs can see them
